Fate & Fury * Mitsuya x Reader

Chapter 10

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You could hear them. You could hear the teasing laughter from Koko. You could fucking hear Baji shouting in the main living space. 

You didn't get much sleep last night, retiring in at around four in the morning after patching up Kazutora and having a fucking meltdown over everything you had to orchestrate before Christmas. 

You wanted to sleep in to at least 8:30am. You peek an eye to check the clock that wasn't even 7am yet.

You squeezed your eyes shut and hid under your pillow, but you hear Baji shout again and you just knew Koko was instigating him.

You hadn't given much thought to exactly how everyone would get along living in the same space.

So you just sighed and resigned yourself to no more sleep, no matter how much you yearned for it.

School? No. 

You were skipping school again today, which was going to bring nothing but headaches from what you remember of Otaraku-sensei. You had too much to do today to care about school.

Not that you'd need school, you hadn't in your last life. You weren't in the need for money, and now that you knew exactly how to get money, guaranteed, you didn't need school again. 

However, Otaraku-sensei really was proud when you did show up. 

They were probably the closest to any authority you ever really respected. You were so often in and out of juvie and reform school that you kinda just stopped going to school period. You remembered the tears in Otaraku-sensei's eyes when you said you weren't coming back.

You'd just end up paying off the school administrator in the end.

Another shout.

You sighed and rolled around on your bed mat childishly. 

No more sleep for you.

Twirling out from the burrito you made of yourself you roll up your sleeping mat and placed it behind your Kimono rack, placing two floor cushions in the sleeping place instead.

You open a small plastic tote next to your various curios and pull out a pack of face wipes and your tooth brush and head to the bathroom.

You resign yourself to your morning routine, dragging your feet the whole time. The bags under your eyes irk you, but you let it go. Nothing a bit of concealer can't hide.

You return to your room space, putting on your everyday outfit of a pair of harem pants and a crop top. 

Another shout.

A vein throbbed in your cheek, jaw set you marched to the living room and scrutinized the culprits of the ruckus.

The boys stopped in their tracks at your murderous aura, your irritation a dark mask.

"Okay," you seethe, "I'm up now. So what's the issue?"

They just stand there. Koko and Inui near the kitchenette, Baji across from them, by the couch where he was shielding a shell shocked Kazutora.

Baji stayed in front of him, trying to block your line of sight.

"What's the big idea, bringing us here?! Are you this cruel?! Huh?!" Baji was severely worked up, his hair wild and his pronounced canines, making him look even more dangerous.